Chapter 116: Battle on the Ice
The previous strike was incredibly powerful.
How could a mere Goblin Warrior possess such strength?
On the icy surface, two figures stood facing each other, separated by 200 meters.
Hundreds of meters away, the human army was charging forward.
"It's a Goblin Warrior!"
"Archers, attack! Kill that monster born from the belly of a Ground Mouse!"
Seeing Lord Carlos being confronted by a Goblin Warrior, the archers immediately began shooting at Li Meng.
A dense barrage of arrows whooshed through the air.
Li Meng didn't bother to dodge, letting the arrows strike his body.
Arrow after arrow embedded itself into Li Meng.
The force was significant, with some arrows penetrating deeply.
The intense pain made Li Meng grin menacingly.
One arrow even struck his head.
Although it grazed his skin, it was deflected by his skull.
A bizarre scene unfolded.
Within three seconds, the arrows stuck in Li Meng's body were pushed out as his wounds healed.
"You follow the army's advance. Don't worry about this side!" Carlos roared at the nearby archers.
Ordinary soldiers had no place in battles between the strong.
Carlos's command halted the archers' attacks.
They turned and resumed following the charging soldiers.
Before they had run far, a loud noise erupted beneath the ice.
A section of the ice shattered violently.
A massive column of water shot into the sky.
More than ten archers were instantly shredded by shards of ice and torrents of water.
Their fragile bodies were torn to pieces.
Beneath the ice, a huge shadow glided slowly.
It was Yue E launching an attack from the water.
At that moment, two loud metallic clashes suddenly echoed from the burning forest on the northern bank.
It was a signal—the signal to attack.
The sound of arrows tearing through the air immediately followed.
A dark rain of arrows soared from the flames, tracing a beautiful arc before descending upon the human army advancing on the ice.
A human officer leading the charge on the ice shouted loudly.
Spearmen raised their shields.
The bolts fell like raindrops onto the human army.
The bolts struck the shields, producing a series of intense metallic clangs.
Sparks flew everywhere.
Some bolts ricocheted, while others pierced through the shields.
Some archers, unable to take cover behind the spearmen in time, were pinned to the ice by the bolts.
Blood flowed freely as screams echoed across the battlefield.
Adventurers used various means to fend off the bolts.
After the volley, loud roars erupted from the northern forest.
Accompanying the roars were shrill "Wah wah" cries.
On a two-kilometer stretch of riverbank, massive figures suddenly charged out of the blazing forest.
They were clad in heavy armor and wielded spiked clubs.
Their enormous bodies stood nearly five meters tall.
These figures plunged into the Goblin River, barreling forward like heavy tanks.
Behind them followed countless screaming Goblins.
The densely packed Goblins surged onto the ice like a green tidal wave.
What terrified the humans even more was that these Goblins wore crude armor.
"They're Ogres! Ogres!"
"Dammit, why are Ogres fighting alongside Goblins?"
The appearance of Ogres caused the charging human army to falter.
The soldiers' faces showed panic.
"Quick, kill the Ogres!"
"Archers, take them down!"
"Adventurers, what are you waiting for? Stop them!"
The Ogres' overwhelming charge instilled dread.
Archers frantically aimed and fired at the Ogres.
A dense rain of arrows descended upon the charging Ogres.
The bolts clashed against the Ogres' heavy armor, producing bursts of sparks.
Yet the bolts were deflected by their armor.
This scene filled the human soldiers on the ice with terror.
After the arrow volley, adventurers launched their attacks.
Fireballs streaked through the air, smashing into the Ogres' massive bodies.
Blazing magical flames exploded upon impact.
Ice spears, water jets, water arrows, and ice arrows followed, their colorful magical energy colliding with the Ogres.
Yet these attacks failed to cause significant damage.
The Ogres continued their charge through the magic.
"Adventurers, tie up the Ogres!"
Seeing that magic was ineffective, the human officer changed tactics.
He decided to use the agile adventurers to distract the Ogres, while the army focused on the Goblins.
"This is a disaster!"
Fully armored Ogres posed a fatal threat.
One misstep would mean certain death.
But on the battlefield, the adventurers had no choice but to obey orders.
Adventurer squads charged toward the Ogres.
Meanwhile, the human army attacked the Goblins.
At the rear, on the deck of the sailing ship, temple priests were casting war magic.
War magic consumed vast amounts of mana but was far more powerful than ordinary spells.
Exploding Fireballs were the lowest-tier war magic.
Massive fireballs, three meters in diameter, streaked across the sky and crashed onto the ice.
With thunderous booms, fiery mushroom clouds erupted.
Goblins within a 100-meter radius were instantly incinerated.
Goblins farther away were blasted into the air by the shockwaves.
Across a span of several hundred meters, Goblins were thrown into chaos.
The ice in that area vaporized, leaving a stretch of water.
One Ogre took a direct hit from an Exploding Fireball.
With a deafening roar, a fiery mushroom cloud ascended.
When the flames dissipated, the Ogre had vanished.
That section of ice was melted by the fireball.
Moments later, a massive shadow moved beneath the water.
Suddenly, water splashed everywhere.
The enormous Ogre leapt onto the ice.
The enraged Ogre roared at the humans.
Its heavy armor glowed red-hot, emitting steam.
The Ogre had plunged into the river to escape, then used its brute strength to leap back onto the ice.
The furious Ogre resumed its charge.
It ignored the advancing adventurers and human soldiers, charging madly toward the sailing ship.
The temple priests on the deck were its target.
Meanwhile, on another part of the ice, another battle was about to commence.
On the ice, Li Meng and the human strongman stood facing each other, 200 meters apart.
Both were assessing their opponent.
[Crystal Apostle (King)]
The human strongman's stats caused Li Meng to frown slightly.
"A King-tier should be stronger than an Elite-tier, right?" Li Meng thought with a trace of doubt.
But why were this guy's stats weaker than the lower-tier Ghost Beastman "Ghost Hand"?
Why was Carlos, known as the Southern Sword King, so weak?
Li Meng had always believed that those with titles were at a godlike level.
But reality had slapped him hard.